The Recognition of Śakuntalā 7.17

7.17

ālakṣyadantamukulān animittahāsair
avyaktavarṇaramaṇīyavacaḥpravṛttīn /
aṅkāśrayapraṇayinas tanayān vahanto
dhanyās tadaṅgarajasā malinībhavanti //
tāpasī bhavatu / na mām ayaṃ gaṇayati / (pārśvam avalokya) ko 'tra ṛṣipumārāṇām / (rājānam avalokya) bhadramukha ehi tāvat / mocayānena durmocahastagraheṇa* ḍimbhalīlayā bādhyamānaṃ bālamṛgendram / (*durmoka)

They show their little buds of teeth
In peals of causeless laughter;
They hide their trustful heads beneath
Your heart. And stumbling after
Come sweet, unmeaning sounds that sing
To you. The father warms
And loves the very dirt they bring
Upon their little forms.

Hermit-woman (shaking her finger). Won't you mind me?

(She looks about.) Which one of the hermit-boys is here?

(She sees the king.) Oh, sir, please come here and free this lion cub. The little rascal is tormenting him, and I can't make him let go.